How Did We Get This Far? (Dan and Phil Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Dan's POV

The door swung open and I tried to sit up, but I felt Eliza tug on my top, keeping us in the same position. She nestled her head deeper into my chest and her grip on my top tightened.

"Lizzie?" The man who had walked into the room, was Eliza's father. He raised both his eyebrows as soon as he saw us, surprised. I felt Eliza shake her head slowly and she pulled my top up to cover her face. I got the message. I kept my arms strong around her. "Liz..." Mr North said again.

"She's sleeping." I whispered. He raised an eyebrow, he knew. If Eliza was really asleep, I would have said it after the first "Lizzie". I kissed Eliza's head; I could still smell the scent from the sea in her hair.

I started to release my arms from her. She sighed. She did one last pull on my top and then sat up to look at her Dad. "Do you want to explain?" He asked. Eliza shook her head.

"You should probably leave." Mr North told me. I nodded and went to walk off when I realised Eliza still hadn't let go of my top. Mr North rolled his eyes again. "Lizzie, stop being immature." She looked her father dead in the eye, let go of my shirt, and instantly held my hand.

"Elizabeth, this is ridiculous. You're never going to see him again after today, so learn to let go." Eliza kept eye contact with him and kept hold of my hand. Mr North sat down next to her on the bed and it was only then that I wished she would let go. Instead her grip tightened. I sat there awkwardly. "Liz, please." She sighed, squeezed my hand and let go.

I left them alone in the room.

I didn't see Eliza before she left for Wales. I didn't have the chance to say goodbye, or get her phone number. I sat on one of the steps outside the hotel. I thought about us meeting at the wedding, and us going to the swimming pool. I thought about the beach and how horrible she was one minute and lovely the next. I wanted to ask her what had changed. I couldn't now. She was gone. She was gone and I was probably never going to see her again.

I pressed the palms of my hands into my eyes. An ugly sob unleashed from my mouth and then another, until I was completely crying on the step. I heard someone coming and tried to stop the tears, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I saw Phil's black hair and looked up at him through the blur of my tears. He sat down next to me. He didn't say anything. He was just there. That's the thing with Phil. He never needed to say anything. His presence was enough.

As my tears came to an end and all that was left were these ugly hiccups, Phil put his arm round me and pulled me into his shoulder. He had the same smell that Eliza had and at that, I burst out crying all over again, soaking Phil's sleeve.